Thesis: virtue is impossible these days; the most one can hope for is continence or vice.
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Virtue is the same as it ever was, but now we more readily see its ill effects.
Posted by: A White Bear | April 12, 2007 at 08:31 AM
The antithesis: only vice is possible. Continence is amoral because it is an internal state, not involving agency.
Posted by: dave zacuto | April 12, 2007 at 07:14 PM
I dunno, having had to change adult diapers a time or two (not mine), continence is pretty virtuous. Although its lack isn't vicious, just kinda undignified for all concerned.
Posted by: bitchphd | April 12, 2007 at 10:23 PM
Let's be honest here: in our boring times, when we're so bored and boring, isn't there something to be said for the simple satisfaction of a shit well-shat?
Posted by: Adam Kotsko | April 17, 2007 at 03:15 PM
A well-shat shit, shot into the shit-chute, is indeed one of the signal pleasures of life.
Posted by: ben wolfson | April 17, 2007 at 06:25 PM